There are places where usually the sun wins out; light has taken control, and days stretch to the late hours of the evening. Other places are quite the opposite. Nights are eternal; shadows follow everyone, the light and the dark ones, living and dead. The ever-present mist glides up in the air, casting everything around under a murky, dizzying haze.
The legendary mist is the forever present escort here, in the lands of Wet Desserts. The land survived brutal rebirth, and the day changed the night, but specific attributes of darkness will forever haunt the place, the gloomy planes, and even the dreariest forests. Harsh and dense mist lands on nocturnal creatures, monster lairs, and even the toughest realms.
For some, mist frightens them and forces them to walk or fly faster to their hideout. Others come out to play only in hazy, misty hours of the evening, ready to attack and cause chaos. The mist clouds some judgments here, making psionic powers ineffective. Be sure that some wicked ones won’t hesitate to use this.
